Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“Good morning Sir. I hope it was ok that I…”
“Shhh. We belong to each other, baby. You never have to ask permission to give yourself to me or take from me what you need. My body is yours and yours is mine. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“Good. Now, as much as I want nothing more than to take this body and destroy it right now, if we don’t get out of bed and get dressed, we are going to be late for my sister's party. Though it isn’t until later, I figure it would be best for us to get there now to give you a chance to meet the folks before everyone arrives.” I try to slide that in there. I didn’t tell her we were meeting my parents today because I didn’t want her worrying for days about nothing.
“Wait. Your parents? We are meeting your parents?” she screeches. Her voice keeps going up in octaves as she asks the questions. This is what I was trying to avoid.
“Jewel, calm down. It's no big deal.”
“Sir, I can’t meet your family. I mean, what if they don’t like me?”
“Baby look at me. They are going to love you. Why wouldn’t they?”
“Because I am nobody. Your family is practically Florida royalty. I’m...nothing.” she whispers the last part, not that it makes a difference. I am more than a little incensed. For her to demean herself in such a way is a big no, no. No warning, I flip her over my lap and smack her ass more than a few times, making sure it stings. I want her to remember this ass whipping so I never have to repeat myself.
She wails and cries and I hit her over and over, everything in me heated and pissed. I don’t speak as I punish her. Silence speaks better than words. Right? When I am done and her ass is a red, hot mess, I turn her back over and look in her eyes. “Don’t ever refer to yourself as nothing. You are everything that is good, pure and worthy. It is men like me who is not enough for you. You deserve more than even I am going to give you but fuck if I give a shit. I will die trying to give you the world, my treasure. But I never want to hear you down yourself again. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I understand.” she flings herself at me and hugs me. I know she needs this moment. Sometimes she needs comforting and nothing else. I will always give her everything she needs. We sit for a few minutes before she wipes her face and looks at me. “What should I wear?”
“Well, knowing my mom, it is going to be fancy but casual. So how about you wear the black Herve Leger pantsuit.” reaching into the closet I grab it from the hanger. When I bought this for her, I was picturing her back being out and the tattoos I am going to brand her with, visible for everyone to see. Not to mention, I love the way it was going to look on her ass as well. I even bought her a diamond chain linked belt for her to wrap around her waist. “Wear the Romy glittered metallic Jimmy Choo's also.” Fuck you. Yes, I know designers. I make it my business to know all labels. Especially now that I am going to be dressing the Queen of my life.
“Yes, Sir.” Kissing her nose, I leave the room to make a few calls while she gets ready. If I stay in this room, we are never going to make it to my parents.
Catching up with paperwork from my day job, as well as returning calls from clients, my mind gets lost and I lose track of time. I am finishing up the last call when an angel walks into my office.
“Sir,” she says as she stands by the door wringing her hands together. Hell. I am going straight to hell for the thoughts running through my head when I look at her. My soul has always been in question, but from the moment I touched her, it has been damned. There is no God in the solar system that would allow my filth into the great gates after the way I have infected her.
“Treasure.” holding my hands out to her I suck in a breath as she walks to me. Everything about her is beautiful, sweet and pure. My chest hurts as the heart that had no beat, finds the high notes and sails. She sits on my lap and lays on my chest. “You look exquisite, my Queen. How do you feel?” her eyes come up to mine, hooded and heavy as she licks her lips.
“Decadent.” That one word lets me know she is hungry.